After breakfast at the Powerhouse and a wander by the river,
I headed to Ikea with Mum to get the last supplies before our Christmas visitors arrive. Look who we bumped into!
Once again my whole outfit revolved around my Birkenstocks and the need to wear a red shirt in honour of the peace we pray for for the Morcombe family who can finally bury their son 9 years after he disappeared.
It is still spring – I don’t know why it is so hot!
Old faithful Sportsgirl shorts were the only bottoms that were simple and fitting enough to wear with this super frilly no-name top from a Hong Kong back street! Part of my theory that for my body type I shouldn’t wear tight and tight … My gorgeous boyfriend doesn’t know why this rule exists ’cause he wears tight jeans and a tight T for work everyday but we can’t all be 6 foot 4 and spunky!
This outfit worked perfectly for morning tea with old friends, a quick clean up at the bar and a trip to Ikea.